Life

Life is like a ball
When it spins around
Because it has its up
Side down

Life is like a rabbit
Because it is too fast.
It is like a sand of a glass
Because it has its own limits

Life is like a donkey
It is rough

LIFE

Written by: Team T and T from Access South Africa

My Parrot

I have a parrot
My parrot likes carrot
The vegetable carrot
Is favorite of my parrot
Parrot, ohho, my parrot
My parrot has voice
Its voice is nice
Parrot ohho my parrot
My parrot has a nest
Its nest is in the west
My parrot is nearest of my heart
My parrot is part of my heart

Written by: Mishal from Pakistan

My Life

My life is like the rain
Where I drop on everyone
My life is like a bird where
I let myself fly free
My life is like a sea where
I let the jewels of fish swim inside me
My life is like a sea
Where I let people fish to produce food!

Written by: Precilicious from Access South Africa

LIMPOPO

Limpopo my Province with beautiful people
Limpopo you have a beautiful buildings, shops and hospitals
Limpopo the Eden of South Africa
Limpopo my Province
We have schools where we get education
The schools are beautiful because of you
You have many departments
The premier's, local government, health and forestry and others
They all make us communities to live together
You give our grannies money to support us Limpopo
You take care of the orphans
Above all you give us education for free
I love you my Province Limpopo.

by Phukubje from Access South Africa

MY VILLAGE-BLOODRIVER

A village with no peace, joy and laughter
My spirit tightens as my heart beats
When I see people dying everyday
When parents wail because of gangsters
My heart is pounding as I learned that a 12 year old beats up his parents
Bloodriver
A village with blood everywhere
Parents spending sleepless nights
Worried about their children going to clubs and taverns to lull their brains with alcohol

Love your neighbours and they will love you
The wise man once said;
A person is a person because of other people

My village Bloodriver
Youngsters live telling themselves that; kill or be killed;
Will there ever be peace in my village?
I am yearning for it
Let us live like ordinary people in this village.

by Legonono from Access South Africa

LIMPOPO

Limpopo our Province
The province of peace and harmony
The home of beauty and brightness
The province of calmness
A mother to the beautiful people
I am rich to be born in Limpopo

For birds sings for me
Clear blue sky and the sun shines for me
How lucky i am to be born in Limpopo
The province of purity.

by Kgobe from Access South Africa

My admiration

How beautiful this place is
Like treasures in the case
And sunny summer day
Has a lot of happy faces

This flower is so pretty
This lake is very nice
You'll never forget this place
If you see it only once

Dinara and Sagidokassova from Kazakhstan

The City Poem

Happy faces, beautiful faces.
People are shouting, music plays loudly.
Taxis honking, builders banging.

These are busy city noises.
Businesses running, Ice-cream shop looks nice and cool,
Ice-cream taste sweet and delicious.

You see new pretty faces. Cellphones ringing,
People singing.
You will never know who you will meet.

by OMG Girls from Access South Africa

M'bambatt (Wrestling)

 Every night we lit fire in the middle of Dîngîral,
Around which gather all the youth of the village.
Form groups of wrestlers.
Each group doing a good allowance, seeing reward.
Are also attended by young girls.
Wrestlers “ndaalas' “are colorful.
Strong supporters cheer
Before the fight, each group boasts show sits strength
Sketch rhythmic dance steps on the rhythm of drums.
Matches torsos wrestlers are dotted.
Each wrestler believes detain the best marabout, remains hopeful of winning.
As congratulations, we chanted banners,
Scarves followed by yells.
Wrestling is a sport, not only it hardens the body
But it also brings unites young people.               

by Aly from Mauritania

Dîngîral (Campground)

A starry night head to the campground
Girls in ebony skins
Well trained breast
Refreshing smiles
The ivory teeth well tidy
With flat breasts
With wide hips
They form a circle
At the end of which
One of them is sitting there
Bathtub beneath her feet
She beats by lifting in a jiffy
Draped in their beautiful clothes
The other girls cheering in unison.
Shortly after tears up the air a melodious voice
And other together repeat
Then they make inputs on stage
Two by two, in a rhythmic pace
And the boys eagerly devouring eyes
Each dances, demonstrates, torpedoes hips as she can.
When silence or calm gives way to noise and brainstorming household,
The lovebirds meet, exchange rings and ideas.
The lover teaches the flower of his soul
To adopt good habits throughout life
Everyone enriches and learns from the other
Such as studious students eager to learn
In front of stories, riddles and puzzles
They are all ears
At daybreak boys and girls disperse
Like dead leaves scattered in the village
And are preparing to go to the very joyfully fields.

by Aly from Mauritania

India

Floret shrivels,before thrives Passing silently without whines, Awakening India in a choir Having our conscience a tear, Leaving us fume n inflamed Making heads sag in shame, Oh! Adieu ! Lonely Star !!

by Dev Gehlot from India

The Call Beyond the Sea

There is another land beyond this sea, Mother.
There is, I know.
I can hear its sirens screaming
into my ears.
I can feel the touch of steel and gold,
marble, and silver.
I can see its rising mountains
of condominiums and skyscrapers.
I can hear its call, I can hear its call.
This sea would not be a barricade,
This sea will bar me not
to venture into that land beyond.
That rich land is the reality
of my dreams, Mother,
the concreteness of my visions.
I could be who I am.
I will listen to the call.
I will listen to the call.
So, let me ride on the vessel
whose sails will take me there,
to that land beyond this sea, Mother.
I can be who I am
In that land beyond this sea.

by Maria from Philippines

Nation

My nation will get its right
If we will not fight
If you know your nation
You can make it a heaven
Your one wrong step can destroy the nation
Your one right step can make the nation
We can change our nation
With a new dimension
If we make our nation happy
We can make the whole world happy
My nation will get its right
If we will not fight

by Ashfaque from Access Pakistan

Motherland

I want to behold the beauty of Bengal sitting on the mat of grass,
I want to hear the whisper of breeze and the chirping of little birds.

I want to enjoy the golden wave on the arid land of ripe paddy,
I want to see the always shy veiled Bengal lady.

I want to see the little fireflies sparkling in the dark night,
I want to bath in the soft, luminous moonlight.

I want to behold my Bengal, I want to see my motherland,
She is the beauty in my eyes, she is ever grand.

by Fariha from Access Bangladesh

COLORS

A red rose warmly wrapped my dream
A blue butterfly blew a bright beam
A green glow hugged my golden heart
A yellow yacht yearned to make a start
A purple pen poured all my pain
A brown brush begged it to wane
A black bird beautifully bowed
A white wing waved on a cloud
I'm a queen without a crown
The kingdom of colors is my hometown

by Henda from Tunisia
 

Macedonia

It's a good night to die, oh yes it is,
this be the night we fight, oh yes it will,
we fight to death, till our last breath,
till the the last man, till no one's left
The sun will rise, and with it me
i fight for pride and glory, god help me if for greed,
my body stands still, and my hearts stays stout,
and when i go in battle, Macedonia i shall shout.

by Jas from Macedonia